Printed and sold by S. and J. Ridge;
SOLD ALSO BY B. CROSBY AND CO. STATIONER'S COURT;
LONGMAN, HURST, REES, AND ORME, PATTERNOSTER-
ROW; F. AND C> RIVINGTON, ST. P_AUL'S CHURCH-
YARD; AND J. MAWMAN, IN THE POULTRY,
LONDON.

1807.

CONTENTS.

PAGE

On leaving Newstead Abbey

1

On a distant view of the Village and School of Harrow on the Hill

4

Epitaph on a Friend

7

A Fragment

9

The Tear

10

An occasional Prologue

15

On the Death of Mr. Fox

17

Stanzas to a Lady, with the Poems of Camoens

20

The first Kiss of Love

22

To M——

25

To Woman

27

To M. S. G.

29

To a beautiful Quaker

31

To ——

34

To Mary, on receiving her Picture

37

Love's last Adieu

39

Damætas

43

To Marion

44

Oscar of Alva

47

TRANSLATIONS AND IMITATIONS.

ADRIAN'S Address to his Soul, when dying

71

Translation

72

Translation from Catullus

73

Translation from the Epitaph of Virgil and Tibullus

75

Translation from Catullus

76

Imitated from Catullus

78

Translation from Anacreon. To his Lyre

79

——————————— Ode 3

81

Fragments of School Exercises

84

Episode of Nisus and Euryalus

86

Translation from the Medea of Euripides

106

FUGITIVE PIECES.

THOUGHTS suggested by a College Examination

113

Answer to some elegant Verses, sent by a Friend to the Author

118

Granta, a Medley

121

Lachin Y. Gair

129

To Romance

133

Elegy on Newstead Abbey

137

Childish Recollections

148

The Death of Calmar and Orla

169

To E. N. L. Esq.

178

To ——

184

PREFACE.

In submitting to the public eye the following collection, I have not only to combat the difficulties that writers of verse generally encounter, but, may incur the charge of presumption, for obtruding myself on the world, when, without doubt, I might be, at my age, more usefully employed. These productions are the fruits of the lighter hours of a young man, who has lately completed his nineteenth year. As they bear the internal evidence of a boyish mind, this is, perhaps, unnecessary information. Some few were written during the disadvantages of illness, and depression of spirits; under the former influence, "Childish Recollections," in particular, were composed. This consideration, though it cannot excite the voice of Praise, may at least arrest the arm of censure. A considerable portion of these poems has been privately printed, at the request, and for the perusal of my friends. I am sensible that the partial, and, frequently, injudicious admiration of a social circle, is not the criterion by which poetical genius is to be estimated, yet, "to do greatly," we must "dare greatly;" and I have hazarded my reputation and feelings in publishing this volume. "I have pass'd the Rubicon," and must stand or fall by the "cast of the die." In the latter event I shall submit without a murmur, for, though not without solicitude for the fate of these effusions, my expectations are by no means sanguine. It is probable that I may have dared much, and done little; for, in the words of Cowper, "It is one thing to write what may please our friends, who, because they are such, are apt to be a little biass'd in our favour, and another, to write what may please every body, because they who have no connection, or even knowledge of the author, will be sure to find fault if they can." To the truth of this, however, I do not wholly subscribe, on the contrary, I feel convinced, that these trifles will not be treated with injustice. Their merit, if they possess any, will be liberally allowed; their numerous faults, on the other hand, cannot expect that favour, which has been denied to others, of maturer years, decided character, and far greater ability. I have not aimed at exclusive originality, still less have I studied any particular model for imitation; some translations are given, of which many are paraphrastic. In the original pieces, there may appear a casual coincidence with authors, whose works I have been accustomed to read, but I have not been guilty of intentional plagiarism. To produce any thing entirely new, in an age so fertile in rhyme, would be a Herculean task, as every subject has already been treated to its utmost extent.—Poetry, however, is not my primary vocation; to divert the dull moments of indisposition, or the monotony of a vacant hour, urged me "to this sin;" little can be expected from so unpromising a muse. My wreath, scanty as it must be, is all I shall derive from these productions; and I shall never attempt to replace its fading leaves, or pluck a single additional sprig from groves, where I am, at best, an intruder. Though accustomed, in my younger days, to rove a careless mountaineer on the Highlands of Scotland, I have not, of late years, had the benefit of such pure air, or so elevated a residence, as might enable me to enter the lists with genuine bards, who have enjoyed both these advantages. But they derive considerable fame, and a few, not less profit, from their productions, while I shall expiate my rashness, as an interloper, certainly without the latter, and in all probability, with a very slight share of the former, I leave to others "Virûm volitare per ora." I look to the few who will hear with patience, "dulce est desipere in loco."—To the former worthies, I resign, without repining, the hope of immortality, and content myself with the not very magnificent prospect of ranking "amongst the mob of gentlemen who write," my readers must determine, whether I dare say "with ease," or the honour of a posthumous page in "The Catalogue of Royal and Noble Authors," a work to which the Peerage is under infinite obligations, inasmuch as many names of considerable length, sound, and antiquity, are thereby rescued from the obscurity, which unluckily overshadows several voluminous production of their illustrious bearers.

With slight hopes, and some fears, I publish this first, and last attempt. To the dictates of young ambition, may be ascribed many actions more criminal, and equally absurd. To a few of my own age, the contents may afford amusement, I trust, they will, at least, be found harmless. It is highly improbable, from my situation, and pursuits hereafter, that I should ever obtrude myself a second time on the Public; nor even, in the very doubtful event of present indulgence, shall I be tempted to commit a future trespass of the same nature. The opinion of Dr. Johnson on the Poems of a noble relation of mine,[1], "That when a man of rank appeared in the character of an author, his merit should be handsomely acknowledged," can have little weight with verbal, and still less with periodical censors, but were it otherwise, I should be loth to avail myself of the privilege, and would rather incur this bitterest censure of anonymous criticism, than triumph in honours granted solely to a title.

↑The Earl of Carlisle, whose works have long received the meed of public applause; to which, by their intrinsic worth, they were well entitled.

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